Tree of Dreams

The tree of dreams stands on a hill,
Its leaves a'laden, its branches still,
And lost in sleep, the children herd,
Seeking magic, for some, the absurd,
Eyes wide shut, imagination swells,
They come to pluck the dreamlike spells,
And in their subconscious mind they read,
Words on paper to satisfy their need,
Dreams of exploring jungles afar,
Or racing the racetrack in a very fast car,
Of riding a seahorse in an ocean so deep,
A ballet with fairies amazed as they leap,
Adults too, bringing their inner child,
Come once again to set their minds eye wild,
Although some dreams would make a child cry,
Like playing tag with a giant pork pie,
It blooms it grows, its never bare,
This tree transports you anywhere,
No matter what your wildest thought,
When in your dreamlike state your caught,
In roots of magic and fantasy,
No matter whether six or sixty three,
So old or young we should never stop,
Climb the tree of dreams right to the top.